Alexite gives Esfana a look of indignance. 'What?! If we're going to kill some ghouls and he wants to pay us for it and give us some scrolls that will remove paralysis as part of that payment, then why shouldn't we accept them?'

Turning back to Worsh, Alexite asks, 'Which reminds me, how much are you paying us on the back end for this daring and dangerous service?'

Nox begins to turn towards the party and say, "i beleive it is best we make a deal with the church for aid in this endeavor first. i hope Worsh is understanding of that. i shall lend my service to you adventurers as an equal partner for the time being. under the conditions that i get an equal share of any wealth we find, whether it be item, coin, gem, or title, equal infleuntial power among the group, permission to report all the neccessary details to my organization through correspondance, and all the time i require for my studies."

she turns towards each member of the group and asks, "adventurer's, what are your names, professions and affiliations?"

"You can Refer to Me as Nox, I am an Agent of the Alkenstar National Organization of Science and History, as well as a follower of Irori. i beleive that helping with the act of slaying the ghouls will help with my personal goal of achieving enlightenment. whether it be through recieving odd revelations or through dissecting the ghouls themselves." Nox says, looking towards the adventurers.

she then gestures towards her rabbit familiar, and says, "this is my companion. her name is Alice."

Nox looks towards the Elf, "even the bare neccessities needed for sustaining one's life are of material composition, but i see what you mean."

Alexite gives Esfana a look of indignance. 'What?! If we're going to kill some ghouls and he wants to pay us for it and give us some scrolls that will remove paralysis as part of that payment, then why shouldn't we accept them?'

"Because he didn't spoke of just some ghoul, he spoke of a dozen ones, and unless you are able to take each of them on its own without alerting all his friends, we would be doomed;we can only use one scroll at a time"

The sun is already setting as you return to the temple, but the buzz of activity that is so typical for Kaer Maga is far from ebbing. One might get the feeling that the city just starts to wake-up, when it's "reputable" citizens return home and go to bed.

The temple square is nearly empty only a half dozen vigilant watches observe the surrounding streets.

Nox follows the party to the temple. if a marching order is needed, then she will be in the centermost position of the party. during this walk, she will inform them of the fact that she is a wizard if asked. should somebody decide to ask if she can cast [insert famous evocation or enchantment spell here], her respone will be No

This is her first full day in Kaer Maga, and Esfana is already tired of this city like she spent dozens of years here, and she is starting to feel the strain of having walked in her armor all day.
"I don't want to look like an ungrateful woman Alexite, i just wanted to give to the necromancer the image of a strong woman, it helps when dealing with someone like him. I know you are one of the few people that helped me in one of my darkest time so far when we first met."

Alexite offers his arm to Esfana as they walk. 'It's no sign of weakness to accept the same task twice from different employers. If thirty people want to pay you for doing one thing, then feel free to accept all of their payments.' He pats her hand, 'You can appear only so strong when facing a competent mage and his room full of minions.'

Nox looks towards Alexite and Esfana, "Worsh's prescence intimidated me as well. i believe we should hone our talents before we confront him again. i care not whether he lives, all i desire from him is what knowledge he can provide on my path to enlightenment. prying his notes from his cold dead fingers should be sufficient. she says as they reach the temple.

"See Blaze, now the two female peacocks fawn around the brightly coloured male as if helpless, bolstering more of his masculinity and as if to appeal to his primal 'defender of the clutch' instinct... clearly the human species is well worth it's time in study"

Nox looks towards Alexite and Esfana, "Worsh's prescence intimidated me as well. i believe we should hone our talents before we confront him again. i care not whether he lives, all i desire from him is what knowledge he can provide on my path to enlightenment. prying his notes from his cold dead fingers should be sufficient. she says as they reach the temple.

"I just want to secure such people, but mortal possession should go with their owners, it is a matter of respect.May i suggest you keep such considerations for yourself, while you are walking alongside a paladin and a battle priestess of the Inheritor?"

"I just want to secure such people, but mortal possession should go with their owners, it is a matter of respect.May i suggest you keep such considerations for yourself, while you are walking alongside a paladin and a battle priestess of the Inheritor?"

...noting the exchange...

"Look again Blaze, now their cautious fawning dance is over, the rivalry spills once more into the open and they resume hen-pecking each other, vying for the attention of the prospective mate!"

Alexite adopts a grieving look. 'Alas! Poor Timmy has been killed and cut up for spare parts.' Visibly cheering up with a great big smile on his face, Alexite continues, 'On the bright side, the foul necromancer, Worsh, the Great Animator, and of some other mysteriously unknown epithet, assures us that it was done after Timmy had been dead and lain unclaimed for three days and was a perfectly legal desecration of his body.' Slamming his hand down on a conveniently well placed nearby table, he exclaims, 'I solved the mystery!'

Unfortunately you're right. Timodeus doesn't tarry among us. He felt prey to a group of ghouls, which are living on a graveyard at the south end of Ankar-Te. After that his body came in the hands of Mr. Worsh, who made a zombie or used parts of his body for his foul trade.

Worsh told us, that there is a nst of about a dozen ghouls on this graveyard. Pointing on the marked place on our map He tried to calm the anger of our clergy by giving Esfana five scrolls that remove paralysis to fight these ghouls. But I must ashamed admit that I hold that this task is beyond the means of our small group here on his own.

Alexite feigns shock and horror at Laval's words. 'My, your gratitude for me finding the ledger with the entry on Timodeus and then finding the hiding place of Worsh so your bumbling servants here could confront the evil necromancer, fat lot of good that did, is heart warming.'

Waving his hand in dismissal to the head of the temple, Alexite says, 'This after they did so well leaving all the evidence behind for me to secret and then to convince the sniveling lackey to take us to his leader all without giving away our having been there and destroying what looked to be rather expensive tools. Then, thanks to that meddling miscreant,' At which he motions to Nox, 'I have to go to the trouble of removing the ledger from my person while still making it's presence obvious so as not to get a poor innocent halfling killed and consequently reanimated, which she seemed to be all for, thus negating my bringing back said ledger to you so you may have the proof that not only did the necromancer take Timodeus' body, but he knew who he was and that there was no contract for his body's use as an Iomedite; further he knew that you would not have permitted it done to him if he had notified you of Timodeus' death.' His voice having risen in pitch and volume throughout, he now veritably screams, 'You're welcome!'

Esfana dismiss the thought about hanging Alexite to the tallest tree and addresses to Sir Laval "What he said...however, our problem now would be what to do with the ghouls. Yes, Mr. Worsh gave me the necessary scrolls, but they are a loan ; i mean, Mr.Worsh expects me to take unused ones back to him, or simply that we pay for them, but we are surely going to need these, and some reinforcements"

i thought the halfling had planned to set everyone up and used his master as a marionette to achieve his means. no one is truly that incompetent unless they are faking it. and i was sent by my headmaster to send a report on Worsh's research notes, how can i send a report without the notes? there is probably an angry archmage scrying us right now planning when the proper time to fry me is. headmaster Dimitri Molotov is the most frightening individual in my entire organization. i am merely a field initiate. Nox begins to fearfully shake and quiver heavily at the thought at what her headmaster would do to her.

'That's not true. Worsh offered those scrolls as an advance on payment for clearing the graveyard of ghouls and asked that we return any unused scrolls to him after we had finished. Gods, it is a trial being an honest man among grifters.'

The elven vagrant ceases being a keen observer and steps forward to address Loval.

"The scrolls from Worsch are certainly a boon in that they may well aid us against the unnatural gravedwellers and their filth, however I do not fear them; perhaps a few minor healing artifacts or the like may well help some of these humans offset their timidity?"

"On second thought, Worsh is a most untrustworthy reptile and I wouldn't put it past him to have actually loaded the scrolls with a curse or two hoping to trap us and have the ghouls finish us off, I'd sooner trust a viper; I'd find assets from the Church far more reliable."

"We have hardly finished with him Nox, and i don't remember him saying that your research'll be hopeless.Sure he isn't going to do something for us for free"

"Indeed! If my memory serves correctly you even had to pay him five gold to kill us...I may be the one normally living under a rock, but the way you readily trust this man...well no wonder Humans suffer such short lifespans"

"The scrolls from Worsch are certainly a boon in that they may well aid us against the unnatural gravedwellers and their filth, however I do not fear them; perhaps a few minor healing artifacts or the like may well help some of these humans offset their timidity?"

Knowledge (religion):1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19DC is 10 + HD of creature, so I should be able to know enough about ghouls to know there are also ghasts and the difference between them

'We will see how your tune changes if the ghouls turn out to be ghasts, elf.'

Alcheringa wrote:

"Indeed! If my memory serves correctly you even had to pay him five gold to kill us...I may be the one normally living under a rock, but the way you readily trust this man...well no wonder Humans suffer such short lifespans."

'She never did get that gold back...'

No, he didn't forget his avatar. These forums have eaten at least half my posts today. It's a wonder I can get anything posted.

"My! If only your tongue had such fire and spirit when facing off the necromancer! I'm glad to see a bit of spine has asserted itself"

"I understand your point, except here I have a group doing their utmost to honour an agreement with a man who already crossed them by trying to have them killed after they paid him solid coin, and who appear to be cowed so easily by his bluff and bluster - if he was really that capable he'd have not run away the first time, only to be cornered like a rat in his hole afterward, and he'd not be the type to seek parley so readily"

Alcheringa turns from Esfana to continue talking to Loval

"I might be interested in helping clear out these Ghouls, however only if the Church wishes it so - I do nothing to help that Necromancer, and look forward to one day feeding him to Blaze"

If you feel that way about animator Worsh, i already told you, i care not whether Worsh lives or dies, only that i aqcuire his notes so that i may send a written report to appease my headmaster. i fear Archmage Dimitri Molotov infinitely more than i fear Animator Worsh. even if i have to pry those notes from Worsh's cold dead fingers, i will do so with the vigor caused by my fear of what my headmaster will do to me. Nox says, looking towards the party. a shocked look on her face hints that she is imagining some horribly grotesque stuff that her headmaster would do to her, should she fail to gather the reports.

After following your argument and the ongoing debate, Laval adresses the whole party

I sense that the fire within your group is strong.. looking Alexite in the eye maybe it's not righteous yet, but I think you have served the temple extremely well and I'm confident you will continue to do so. As the elf proposed: We will stock your supplies and check if the scrolls are cursed, so that you can take on that ghoul plague.

He whispers some words to his helper who leaves the armory and returns only minutes later with the checked scrolls and a bag.

This bag contains 5 potions to heal your wounds, 200 gold pieces and 4 more scrolls that will help you fight the undead. Obviously the necromancer wants to see the ghouls destroyed, since the scroll he gave you aren't cursed.

Esfana stirs a little once outside the temple, it has been a hard day on her.
"Whatever we decide to do, may i suggest we do it tomorrow? I need a good dinner and a long sleep, not to talk of recovering my prayers for the day"

'If it is to be done, they are most likely found at nigth anyway. We can rest and then head out before dawn to find them at the end of their day.' Alexite says with a yawn as he stretches his sinuous body for the benefit of everyone.

'If it is to be done, they are most likely found at nigth anyway. We can rest and then head out before dawn to find them at the end of their day.' Alexite says with a yawn as he stretches his sinuous body for the benefit of everyone.

i agree that we should rest for the night. i could prepare a more useful set of spells. do you know if the temple has rooms available? Nox begins to say, it was fairly obvious that talking to Worsh was a really draining experience for her. even with her amazing stamina. she follows the group to thier chosen place of resting. the temple being her preference, especially if it has a libarary and multiple desks.